I will write all about Ivy and Noah’s birthday one day soon.

It was a day that I won’t really forget in a while

or want to forget

and I think it’s a day the twins will hold onto for a long time.

I might write about how sick Ivy was and how this infection knocked her around more than usual.

I will possibly recount how Ivy ended up in surgery on Sunday

and how they found that the lump they said was nothing last month, was of course,

way more than nothing

and how thankful I am for the medical team that we have finally settled on

and how the nephrologist appointment was useless and a waste of everyone’s time over the next few posts,

just to get it all out of my system

but not tonight.

Tonight we are home.

With the help of the amazing new doctor (who isn’t really all that new anymore)

who

after years of my asking

was able to get through all of the policy and procedure red tape hoopla

so that I could take the girl home with a cannula in her wrist

to give her IV antibiotics here

instead of staying in the hospital for another two weeks.

It means more than I can say, right now.

I’m tired and spent from all of the emotional energy

this admission has stolen from me -

from my family

and I’m not sure that it really means much to anyone else but me

but we’re home -

with home visits planned

and a bit of back and forthing to the hospital for the next fortnight

but I can be with all of my kids,

take the pressure off Dave and my Mum

and Ivy can be comfortable and happy here.

It’ll be worth the trade off.

I feel pretty lucky tonight.